For those of you who are too fucking busy...
this is what happened last week on Shameless.
How are you doing? In general...
- ... or about us? - Us.
- Confused. You? - Same.
There's a policy against fraternizing with the professors.
I don't wanna fraternize, I wanna fuck you.
Sweetheart. - It's my husband.
Her and her hubby have this agreement. They're evolved.
This is Lip.
This woman is just tearing me up.
I can't shake her. The doctor from the other day?
- Cancer. - Stage three, pancreatic.
- When'd you find out? - Ten minutes ago.
Drugs, companionship, pro-bono sex...
what more could a dying woman want?
Can I just crash here? I got nowhere else to go.
Go home and make up with your wife. It's time.
Your PO say something?
- Can't leave the state to be with my son. - I'm not leaving till I know you're okay.
Go home.
I called this afternoon to check. Turns out they have been looking for Ian for a while.
- Why, Sammi? - Retribution.
- Agh! - He didn't do anything!
It's a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn't it?
I never liked the smell.
Every man, woman and child...
should experience a single malt before their time is up and it can't just be any bottle.
- Every whiskey is different. - Can I help you?
We got this covered.
You see, there's the lowland area, Highland, Islay, Campbeltown.
You have to factor in age...
- ... what kind of oak they use... - What's your most expensive whiskey?
Let's see, I've got a 30-year Highland Park for 300 and change.
That's the best?
Got a Macallan '39 in back.
Distilled while World War II was breaking out.
- Only bottled a limited number. - How much?
Ten thousand one hundred dollars.
You're serious?
It's for investors, but, um, this Highland Park is...
We'll take the... Whatever you said from World War II.
- The Macallan? - Right.
I said I'll take it.
Uh, excuse me.
Throw in a couple of those Dominican cigars over there.
I'm sure it's good hooch, but for 10 fucking grand...
I'm not gonna be alive to pay off my credit card. What does it matter?
Such wisdom from one so young.
Sean, everything okay? You're late.
I'm not late. I had to meet the new produce supplier.
I'll be right there. Look, I wanted to make sure you're okay...
Yeah, I'm fine. You helped me through some shit and I'm grateful.
What I'm trying to ask has nothing to do with you.
How could that possibly be when the world revolves around me?
I have to leave early. Have to go in a few minutes.
I wanna make sure you're okay with it. Sarah will take my tables.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
It's just a nice day to visit my brother in military prison.
Okay.
Oh, and Ian won't be making his shift tomorrow...
since my heinous cunt of a half-sister called the fucking... Ah.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, thanks.
Oh, yeah.
It's just a bunch of little shards. Let me clean you up. Come here.
So, what did Ian do?
He joined the Army last year and it didn't go well.
Hand.
Now, they're charging him with being AWOL and... Ah.
And?
Destruction of federal property, something to do with a helicopter.
And they don't know he's bipolar, because he won't tell them.
He barely admits it to himself.
Where are they holding him?
An Army base in North Chicago.
His boyfriend was supposed to take us, but he can't...
because his brothers are using their car...
for, I don't know, I'm assuming a bank robbery or a drive-by.
Meanwhile, I fantasize about setting Sammi's clothes on fire while she's wearing them.
- She ratted Ian out and put Carl in juvie and... - Quit... Quit twitching, just...
breathe. All right?
- Did you get any sleep last night? - At least an hour.
Here's what we do.
We take the day one moment at a time.
Sarah closes out your tables, I pull glass from your hand...
you refrain from setting people on fire...
and grab my Cadillac, pick up your family, go visit Ian, all right? Hold still.
- Damn it. - You don't have to do that.
Damn right. It's nice of me.
Hey, so, uh...
what is cocktail attire?
What?
Well, that party tonight, you said it was, uh...
You said it was cocktail attire.
Were you thinking about that while I was on top of you?
No. It was when I was on top of you.
And then that part we had, when you had your legs above my head.
Don't worry about the clothes.
There's a friend of mine that I want you to meet.
Yeah, who's that?
Well, he works in an aerospace lab. Could get you a job someday.
- No shit. - Mm.
Do you take all your students from the school to meet your friends...
or am I special?
Is there a right answer to that question?
Oh, shit.
I gotta go.
Class?
Gotta go see my brother at the Army base. Catch a train.
To where?
Great Lakes.
- North Chicago? - Yeah.
Hello, my love.
Hi. I'm here with Lip, and he's heading to the Army base...
near the Great Lakes train station.
When are you leaving?
Would you?
Okay, I'll tell him. Bye, love.
So my husband is on his way to Waukegan in 10 minutes.
He says to meet him at 59th and Dorchester, and he'll give you a ride.
Uh...
Yeah. Yeah, okay, thanks.
See if it's safe to leave?
Okay. Yeah, yeah.
Wait, wait, wait.
What the hell is that?
Shipping crate.
You moving?
- In my dreams. - Do you want me to come in with you?
No, it's faster if I just run in and grab them.
Everybody ready? Mickey's upstairs. Lip's meeting us.
- Said it was easier to take the train. - Mickey!
I called the Army base.
- They won't let me talk to Ian. - Ready to go on adventure?
- You ready? Let's go. - What are we doing about Sammi?
- She's here? - That's how you know.
She drinks our soda, leaves the cap off.
Bitch is in the basement packing her shit to head upstate. Her moving crate out front.
We can't just let her go for Carl's sake and Ian.
She has money for a moving crate?
Excuse me. Coming through.
- Need a little help with that? - No, thanks.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure, you inbred, hoodlum piece of wet dog shit.
But if you have something to say, go ahead.
I didn't think so.
Then excuse me while I go visit my son, who, thanks to all of you, is in juvie.
We'll probably celebrate his 14th birthday there.
After that, I'll finish packing. And then morning, I'll be gone.
That work for you?
You bet.
Family sucks ass.
Wait, you commute all the way to North Chicago on this?
It's only 40 minutes.
Thanks.
Yeah. There's some puree over there for your son...
God, okay, last time.
- Tell me his name. - Yevgeny.
Yevgeny. Got it.
- You stay here now? - I guess so.
You still need me, yes? I cook, I clean, wifely duties. I sleep on couch.
Wifely duties is...?
Oral manipulation of penis.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
See, I can see how you think how oral manipulation is no biggie...
but for people who haven't handled, like, a lot of dicks...
a million dicks, they don't think that way.
- You want I ask V? - Absolutely not.
- Ask what? - What?
Oh, just if Svetlana needs to, uh, watch the girls.
- Now that you and Kevin are back together. - Oh, we're not.
When I asked him why he was here, he said it was because he got kicked out of the dorm.
That's what happened.
- Am I missing something? - Having nowhere to go...
and getting back with your wife to work on your relationship?
- Two different things. - Wait a minute.
You wanna get back together?
Not like this.
- I do wanna work on the relationship. - Not what you said.
- But that's not the question you asked. - Well, I shouldn't have had to.
I didn't realize when you asked, "Why are you here?" it meant you wanna get back together.
When you say that, those words, to me, have a normal meaning.
I didn't know it had a secret meaning. But we cleared that up now. Come on.
Paco. Hello? V...
got a broken water pipe here.
It's real bad.
Where? Well, did you call the plumber?
Busted pipe in the main room.
Oh, shit.
We'll be there whenever we can. We should go deal with this.
- We're going together? - Yeah. Not "together" together.
I meant that too. Excuse me while I get my tools.
You do that.
I'm not a religious man per se, but this whiskey will make you believe in God.
Maybe even talk to him.
No, no, no. Fuck.
Fuck.
Who are we hiding from?
My family.
My sister as much as told me they're planning an intervention.
She has the key to my apartment.
They're probably going up to wait for me, ambush me.
What kind of intervention?
Drag me to the hospital for treatment.
I told them I'm not going, but my sister thinks that when I learned I had cancer...
I had a mental breakdown.
And now...
I'm drinking with an old homeless man.
That part is true, but...
I'm not homeless. I told you, I have a home, I'm just not welcome there.
Should we go up to the roof? That's a nice place to drink.
Most places are.
Hi. Fiona Gallagher. Here for Ian Gallagher.
IDs.
Charming.
Bottom line, Sammi is a fucking snitch.
I know people who take that shit real serious.
What do you mean?
People will slip that bitch a roofie, strap her to a chair and pull her teeth out.
- Heh. Whoa. - Is he serious? Because, uh, I'm on parole.
Much as I might like to, we are not torturing Sammi.
Nice scooter.
Get back in the vehicle. Now.
Jesus, keep your shirt on.
Well, thanks, Theo.
G.I. Joe's not fucking around, huh?
Man's got a rifle. I just wanna point that out.
You warm the cup...
with your hands, like this...
and swirl to release the aroma.
- Inhale. - Heh.
Then sip.
That's good shit.
Of course, it better be for 10 G's.
It tastes like...
the inside of a barn.
Ha-ha. But in a good way, right?
Ugh.
Woman after my own heart.
Oh, God.
- Yeah. Now they're calling. - I thought you got rid of that phone.
My sister got me another so we'd stay connected. Heh-heh.
And dying is lonely.
I just wish she understood...
You wanna feel alive up until the day you croak.
Yes. That's it exactly.
I've always been so cautious.
But there is no reason for that anymore.
Ah-wa-wa. Easy.
Oh.
Frank, look at this view.
Ah.
Little windy today.
Okay.
Three, two, three, I...
I took ballet till I was 12.
Fourth position.
Fifth position.
- Pirouette. - Ah, no, no, no, easy.
Hey. You okay?
Come on, let's get you off of this... Oh!
Jesus.
Oh! Ah! Frank.
- Are you okay? - I dropped my cup.
It's okay, there's plenty more.
Yeah. Yeah. That was only about 600 bucks' worth of booze.
- Oh, Frank. - Hey.
I tell you what. Let's get off this roof and get our feet on solid ground, okay?
I know. Let's get crack.
Private Ian Gallagher, enlisted as Phillip Gallagher...
has been accused of having gone AWOL, theft and sabotage of government property...
and falsifying a federal document...
specifically an application to join the U.S. Armed Forces.
The AWOL charge alone carries a maximum penalty of up to five years in prison.
I'm Staff Sergeant Nathan Kipps, investigating officer.
It is my job to determine the circumstances of these crimes.
Tomorrow, I will make a recommendation...
as to whether Gallagher will face a court-martial.
You decide?
Excuse me, sir.
Ian is clinically bipolar.
The Army should not be court-martialing him.
If anything, you should be helping him.
This diagnosis was made by a doctor?
Yes. Yes, sir, and we can get you those medical records too.
When was his diagnosis made? - Recently.
But he's acted crazy longer than that.
At least this past year.
How would you characterize his behavior?
Compared to how he used to be?
He's different.
He'll go back and forth from...
you know, being depressed to, you know, incredibly wound up.
Yeah, I mean, he ran off with a baby for no reason.
He almost hit me in the head with a baseball bat.
Our mother was bipolar.
So we know what it looks like.
She put us through hell, and...
I'm not saying that you put us through hell.
But when they're manic...
they can be destructive.
Does he require medication? Yes.
Is he unable to care for himself?
Sometimes, yes.
Holy shit.
Niagara Falls.
Is the plumber coming? - He said he could close the pipe...
but you gotta get a flooding service here to dry off the walls and the floor.
It's gonna be 5 grand.
To mop up water?
- Shit, I can mop up water. - No, we're gonna do it ourselves.
This happened to us last year in the bathroom, and all I did was tighten the...
Oh, what do you call the, uh...? Ah, you know what I'm saying.
You still need me?
No, man, you're good.
All right. I'll text Svetlana, tell her we're gonna be a while.
You know, having a Russian sex worker isn't ideal for child care.
Yeah, but she does come in handy.
You didn't fuck her, right?
What?
- I'm just checking. - Hell, no. I would never fuck Svetlana.
Or let her blow you?
- You let that bitch give you a blow job? - That's one way of looking at it...
but I was practically a bystander if my dick wasn't physically attached.
Her and her wifely duties. Bitch is full-service.
Wait a minute.
Wifely duties? Did she say that to you?
Holy shit.
You had sex with her too.
V, that... That is...
really hot.
If you're still angry, so am I.
I'm more angry. Are we even? Does that cancel each other out?
- Drop it. - Got it.
But let me ask you one thing. Svetlana went down on you, right?
Or was it kinkier than that?
- You want details? - Hell, yeah.
Me and another woman getting hot and heavy doing dirty, nasty things.
- Oh, baby. - We're not together, so you don't get stories.
Tighten the damn pipe.
Oh, nice.
We're closed, Tommy.
Oh, come on, V. We don't mind a little water.
Besides, I got a sump pump at the demo site. I'll bring it by if you want.
Really? - What's he doing?
Shut-off valve's out back.
I know the shut-off valve is out back, but this is a lot better than it was before.
Aw.
Fuck!
Whoo! Make it rain, Kev!
Five years? And that's just for going AWOL, all because of Sammi.
- Army guy gets it wasn't Ian's fault, right? - We'll know tomorrow.
- Got room in there to take me to the train? - Always room in the Caddy.
So it went okay?
- Did our best. Sorry to make you wait. - Not at all.
Uh, give me a sec. Hi.
Hey, I just have a minute, but I got some news.
- Okay. - Yeah.
The tour's off.
I've been opening for Camille, ans the leas singer has noses on her vocal corss.
So one more gig ans we're heades home.
Wow, when are you back?
Couple of days.
You bummed the tour got canceled?
No.
How come?
If we're gonna figure out how we feel about each other...
we should be in the same city.
You've got a point.
Everybody comfortable?
No. Put Liam on your lap.
Come here, boy.
Come on.
This, my friends, is how we properly maintain a broken pipe.
- You're a genius, Tommy. - All right.
So the pump should drain the water. Get all your fans together.
I got some fans in the truck, we'll bring them in here to dry the place out.
This gets me free drinks for a year, right?
- Yeah, right. More like a week. - Top shelf.
Top shelf here is the cheap shit, just on a different shelf.
And all your outlets are shorted. I'm gonna go look for a place to plug in.
- Kev, you're in charge of the hose, all right? - All right. Agh.
I know this sucks...
but it's nice that we're doing this together. Even though we're not together.
Something I should tell you. Not a big deal.
Just so it doesn't come up later and freak you out.
You had a threesome with Svetlana and Fiona?
No.
I went on a date with a guy.
A date?
No big deal. I didn't even make it to dinner.
What about you?
I didn't date anyone.
Did you fuck anyone?
Who?
Tsk. Just girls at the dorm.
Girls? More than one?
I didn't even enjoy it. Okay?
And what was I supposed to do? You left me. And dating's worse.
How the fuck is dating worse?
Dating is the first step to a relationship.
Sex is the first step to, you know...
Sex.
V, let's not fight, okay?
Let's not argue. Can we just talk about our feelings?
Do not touch me, Mr. I-Let-Russian-Whores- Blow-Me-Then-I-Fuck-Random-Coeds.
And I felt bad about dating Eddie Murphy. I'm a fucking idiot.
Eddie Murphy?
Hey.
Thanks for picking me up.
- What happened? - I'll tell you on the way.
Did you say your family live near Hamilton Park?
Yeah. Yeah, why?
The party might be near your house at 76th and Parnell.
Oh, seriously? That's right around the corner.
Thought so.
In the hood. I thought your, uh, social engagements would be a bit more...
- Upscale? - Yeah.
The host is a realtor. He says the area is up-and-coming.
I could have driven with my family.
But I brought you cocktail attire.
It's a Hugo Boss jacket, shirt and tie.
Hey, you need a lift out there again tomorrow?
No, thanks, I'll have my own car.
- You get roofies, I Google waterboarding. - I say put battery leads on her nipples.
- Light her up like a Christmas tree. - That was really nice of you.
Well, I agree.
Man, I've been with you since 11 a.m. I haven't seen you eat. I was...
going to Patsy's to close.
What if I were to cook up some steak and eggs...
hash browns, you can vent about your day.
They're invited.
- Deb, you hungry? - No.
- You okay with Liam if I go out? - Yeah.
And no torturing Sammi, right?
Debs.
Looks like everything's pretty much handled.
Should we ask him?
They won't have crack. They're winos.
We'll try up by the overpass.
The worst part about crack is long-term addiction.
But I won't be around for long-term anything.
When you think about the drugs they would have me on at the hospital...
What did you say the survival rate was for your kind of cancer?
Two percent.
- And that's getting treatment, right? - Mm.
What about remission? What about people who aren't cured?
What's your point?
I'm just thinking out loud.
You ever talk to someone getting chemo or radiation?
They feel like someone's clawing at their teeth from the inside.
They can't remember what day it is or keep their eyes open.
They lay in bed all day and get bed sores that don't heal.
Is that how you'd wanna spend your final days on this planet?
Believe me, I'm at peace with my decision.
I am with you all the way.
Let's go to the overpass.
I used to be afraid of train tracks.
Now it feels good to stand on them. Go against my instincts.
Oh, my God, feel my heart pound.
How about that?
- Let's have sex. - Really?
On the tracks. There is no one around.
- Yeah. - That wouldn't be my objection.
I'd have sex with you anywhere.
It seems that this particular location is fraught with unnecessary peril.
Yeah. Heh-heh.
If you wanna stop, just tell me.
I do like what they've done to it.
You know, if they ever go past that picket fence, they're gonna get carjacked.
Let me go find Norbert.
Who?
- Oh, uh, no, I'm okay. Thank you. - Phillip.
Hey. Oh, Dr. Wallace. Uh...
- Thanks for the ride today. - I didn't realize you were coming tonight.
Oh, no?
Hey, listen. Um, I know the two of you have an understanding.
Um...
But if it pisses you off to have me around, you can just tell me.
Well, I appreciate that.
But I have no problem with...
Is that my tie?
Norbert, my friend from the aerospace lab, didn't make it.
After I talked him up.
Helene.
- Oh, Bill. - Oh, yeah.
There's our host. Yeah, and Eileen.
Lip, uh, this is Bill, and that's his wife, Eileen.
Hi.
As in lip?
- Yeah, yeah, that's it. - Heh-heh.
We were just saying how much we love the house.
- Yeah. - The detail.
Just finished the remodel.
Of course, everyone thinks we're crazy for moving here.
Not a street you wanna walk alone late at night, hm?
- I know, this is pretty scary, huh? - Mm.
But that is changing. There's a coffeehouse down on Maple Drive and a yoga studio.
Lip grew up down the block.
Really? Well, that must have been...
Well, uh, what do you do now?
Oh, I'm an undergrad.
Ah. Good for you. It's impressive.
Yeah. How come?
Well, I just meant that...
I like, you know, coffee, you know.
But coffee shops and yoga studios...
you know, they make it so the people I grew up with...
they can't afford to live here anymore.
So the neighborhood is getting nicer...
but it's just not really the neighborhood anymore, you know?
Um...
Excuse me, I'm gonna go get a smoke. Uh, it was nice to meet you.
You too.
Is that us? The tracks feel like they're vibrating.
I don't know, but it feels so good.
- Yep, that's the train. - Ah!
What do you say we take this party and move it a few feet that way?
Not yet. Oh, no.
- What? - Oh, no. I'm gonna come.
We gotta go.
Almost there. Almost there.
Now!
That was amazing.
I could feel it in my nerve endings.
- Couldn't you? In my... - Listen.
- We should clarify something. - Okay.
Because for me, personally...
part of feeling alive is being alive!
What? I thought... I mean, I thought we were on the same page.
Since I'm dying and you're an aging alcoholic with no purpose.
No offense.
I thought that we both...
wanted to be doing something crazy when we go.
I was talking about enjoying life.
- Yeah. - Not ending it.
I have a brand-new liver. I'm not ready to slice it into pieces.
Oh. Oh, Frank, I'm so sorry.
It's... It's okay.
It's okay.
- The sex was great. - Yeah.
I think it could be great without the train.
Probably not, but what's important is that we understand each other now.
- Of course. - For you, no trains.
- No. - And for me...
what I do is my decision.
- Oh, God. - Why does that upset you?
No.
No. No.
Oh, God.
The Macallan '39.
Tommy say where he wanted this fan?
You don't have to talk to me, you just point me in the right direction.
Gonna turn the water back on.
All right!
Fine. Ignore me. Really mature when we could be working through this.
Who says I want to?
Oh, my God, I didn't fuck any of them more than once!
How many were there?
I'm not sure.
See? That's how little they meant to me. Is this really what we're fighting about?
Because when you moved out, it was not about college chicks.
It was because I was lonely and you hadn't fucked me in a year.
But apparently, you have no problem fucking other girls.
Any idea how shitty that makes me feel?
Baby, I wanna grow old with you.
I'm really sorry I didn't fuck you before...
but I really, really wanna fuck you now.
I think about it constantly.
- Really? - You have no idea.
Tell me.
I borrowed Lip's school computer to get online...
and I found that porn that we made, and then I jerked off to it.
- You did? - Yeah.
Three times.
That's so sweet.
Yes. Yes.
Oh, God. Oh, baby.
Oh, my God.
There you are.
And it's you.
Hi, Mom.
I almost didn't get in, because my license is expired.
They thought I was a Muslim spy or something.
I'm glad you came, you know. I wasn't sure you would when I called you.
Of course I would.
I hitched a ride with a tractor salesman...
and a gorgeous collie dog.
I'd love a dog, you know.
But my boyfriend's allergic.
Oh.
You have a boyfriend? Since when?
Oh, yeah. He's... He's great.
His name is Walter and he's very handsome.
I'd like to meet him.
Oh, definitely.
I don't know where he is right now, but he always turns up.
When are you getting out of this place?
I'll... I'll know more tomorrow, but it's...
It's good to see you.
I'm really glad you came, you know, I just... I needed someone to talk to, uh...
who gets it.
- You know, not... The others try... - Yeah. I know.
Does Fiona know I'm here?
No, no, they don't know we still talk.
Oh.
Which is funny, because they all say how alike we are.
It's probably not a compliment.
Oh. No. I think it is.
Oh.
Yeah.
There's always gonna be people...
they're gonna try and fix us...
and you can never make those people happy.
Like it breaks their heart just to look at you.
Yeah. I mean... Um, even Mickey now.
He's your boyfriend, right?
Yeah. Yeah, you remember him?
I'm sure he means well.
But you need to be with people who accept you for who you are.
And they are out there.
You...
should never apologize for being you.
You, Ian.
I love you.
Should we dance on the tables?
Well, it's an option. But I know what you really want.
You do?
I do.
And I'm gonna give it to you.
Holy shit. That looks good.
You gotta crack the eggs with one hand.
There we go.
- Can I try? - Oh, sure.
Yeah, you... No.
- No. - Heh-heh. Shit.
We'll scramble that one.
Yeah. That'll be all right.
If Ian wants his job back when he gets out, it's here for him.
Thanks.
I know that probably wasn't that fun today, but you did it for his sake. I'm impressed.
Wonder if I'll end up taking care of him.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Mickey's got no idea what he's in for.
- And I'm scared of the idea, but... - But drawn to it.
Using other people's problems and ignoring your own.
Like you're doing with me.
- Yeah. Kind of like that. - Yeah. We're good for each other.
Although, according to NA...
I'm not supposed to lean on anyone that I'm deeply attracted to.
It complicates things.
Can you hand me that tray?
- Oh. - Oh! Sorry, man. Didn't see you.
Besides, the line for the bathroom was way long. So...
No. Go for it, it's, uh...
- It's not my house. - Yeah.
I would, uh, shake your hands, but...
- No. No need. - All right.
This fancy landscaping seems out of place when you consider it's kind of...
Before you say it's a shitty neighborhood, you should know I live right down the block.
Oh. Then you know it's a shitty neighborhood.
Hey, you know the owner?
No, I just met him. I mean, he seems nice, but that party...
is not my scene, right? Yeah.
I think I insulted the guy.
Ah.
He deserve it?
Well, he moved here.
Well, then, fuck him. Let's piss on his bushes. Ha-ha-ha.
- Hey. - You made it.
And you two found each other.
- What do you mean? - This is Norbert.
Oh, shit. Aerospace Norbert, right?
Oh. That's how you should address me.
Look at him, he's got normal clothes on, and you made me wear a jacket and a tie.
- Oh, but you look so nice. - You do look very nice.
You do.
You wanna split and grab dinner?
You up for that?
Yeah. Yeah?
Okay, good. I'll get Theo.
I'm gonna get a drink for the road.
Well, I'll just be out front.
Who is it?
- Yo. About Sammi... - Shut the door.
I came up with a plan.
- Thought we already did that. - Shut the door.
All right.
When Sammi comes back for the rest of her stuff...
we put roofies in the soda.
Aw.
When she passes out, we tie her up.
I was wrong, and I'll never bother any of you again!
- So when will you have the roofies? - Already gave them to her.
- What do you mean? - She's on the floor, passed out.
Go look.
Ha. No way. How much did she have?
Enough, I guess.
Let's move her to the chair.
You think family sucks ass, you stupid bitch?
- Take her, take her. - You ain't seen nothing yet.
Her eyes are open. Is that normal?
Is she awake? - I don't know.
- She's not moving. - She's breathing, right?
Aw, fuck.
- What? - She's dead.
- What? - You got that car battery for nothing.
What do you mean, she's dead?
All you gave her was a roofie.
What is a roofie, anyway? How much did you give her?
All right, look, she didn't drink enough to kill her, okay?
She take other pills? Xanax? Percocet?
How should I know?
I mean, she does take pills in the morning.
Well, there you go. Fucking pill head, serves her right.
- We have to call 911. They can bring her back. - You wanna get locked up?
No. Give me the phone. They can save her.
The fuck they can. Look at her. She's dead.
No.
What a pain in the ass.
You got a hacksaw?
Don't worry about it. It gets too messy.
Ain't it past his bedtime?
Liam, no, don't look!
Little late for that. Put him to bed, come back, we'll deal with this.
Come on, Debbie, go. Go.
Night, buddy.
Oh, well, lookie here. Hey.
Look at you all dapper. We look like we just crawled out of a sewer.
Why are you guys all wet? Oh, it's a...
It's a long story.
Why are you all dolled up? Are you at this party?
Oh, um, this is Helene and Theo and Norbert. This is, uh, Kev and V.
Nice to meet you. You live in the neighborhood?
Yeah, down there.
Wonderful.
We're not always this wet and grimy, just...
Uh, listen, we were just heading out, actually.
- Oh, yeah. Cool. - Yeah.
Yeah, we gotta get home anyway.
We'll catch up soon.
- Have a good night. - Okay.
- It's nice to meet you. - Great. Yeah.
- Yeah. - Okay.
They seem nice.
I never thought I'd do any of that shit kids are supposed to dream about, you know.
Being a doctor, an astronaut.
I mean, selling cups, that felt realistic...
but I fucked that up anyway.
To self-sabotage.
Is this a date?
I don't know.
Could be.
Why, are you hoping it is a date, or are you afraid we got mixed signals?
No. I like the signals.
Yeah, I'm enjoying them too.
It's just, uh...
I recently got married to someone else...
and then five minutes later, I screwed my ex.
- So you met your quota. Heh. - Sort of?
No.
I'm pretty capable of maintaining a slutty streak.
Nice.
So if you and I were gonna have something real...
it wouldn't start tonight.
You sold that pretty well.
- Heh. Good. Good. - Yeah.
- Can I get more hash browns? - Yeah, yeah.
So when does the quota reset? Because I'm...
- ... free tomorrow night too. - Heh-heh.
Fucking gross.
- When's the moving company pick this up? - You're asking me?
Just saying, if it's days, she'll smell...
Fuck! What?
- Mickey, Debs, this is Bianca. - Hello.
Say, is, uh, Lip at school? He's not in his room, is he?
No.
- What's in the crate? - How should I know?
- You were locking it. - I never touched that lock.
Get your eyes checked.
- True, I was right here. He never touched it. - Okay.
I don't feel well.
We'll be inside.
Fuck.
What the fuck's a girl like that doing with Frank anyway?
Everything all right?
Yeah.
That was fun.
- Too much Scotch? - Just cancer.
I brought you a banana and some water. Helps settle the stomach.
Thanks.
So how do we do this?
Uh...
Do I just put it in the pipe and light it?
Let's smoke some reefer instead.
Huh? I already tried it.
It's just that crack really plays havoc on the old immune system.
Oh, if you don't want any, I totally get it.
- I don't... I didn't... - Can you just hold the lighter?
Please? Thanks.
Yeah.
Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
Oh, my God.
Tired yet?
Mm. Not even.
You sound tired.
Gus called...
and asked how I was doing.
I didn't tell him that we were at an Army base...
or that Ian was in trouble.
I said I had nothing to report.
I don't know why I did that.
We want people to think we live reasonable lives.
I don't mean to cast aspersions on your relationship with your husband...
but I'd like to point out that when I came in this morning...
you told me what was happening.
In detail.
Tired yet?
Frank.
- Frank. - What?
- My family's here. - For fuck's sake.
In the room.
Morning.
My God.
Bianca, you have to come with us to the hospital. The doctors are expecting us.
We're calling the police.
You broke into his house.
We didn't break in.
Uh, Mom?
- Oh! For God's sake. - Sorry. Morning wood. Sorry.
I have a pair of pants around. If you see them...
The crack pipe is bad enough, but this guy?
- If you beat cancer and learn you have AIDS... - Oh, my God.
How did you find me? Did you follow us?
- You texted me. - What?
I woke to your text this morning asking us to get you. With the address.
Even said you'd leave the door open. See?
No, I never sent that.
Well, someone did.
Well...
Why would you do that?
What? No. I'd... I... I...
Oh, my God!
Well, I thought maybe if we got another couple of months together, or years even...
can you blame me? We have a connection...
I am not in love with you, Frank.
Can you please just wait downstairs? I'll get dressed.
Wait for me. I'll come and meet you.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm... I'm sorry about that.
I was high. I wasn't thinking clearly.
- There's a back stairwell, yes? - You're not going to the hospital?
- Where are you going? - Thinking Costa Rica.
Oh, my God.
That is perfect.
Just, uh, give me a couple of minutes.
I gotta find my passport.
My meds. I cannot forget my meds.
Goodbye, Frank.
Dying is lonely. We know that.
Doesn't have to be.
Do you even have a passport?
Who's Diego Mustafa?
I have no idea, but it's worked before. Scoot over.
Hi. Fiona Gallagher, here to see our brother Ian.
Ian Gallagher was released.
- Fucking A. - That's amazing.
There's an upside of being a psycho, huh? Are we clear to go in?
He's not at this facility.
- I need you to back it up and exit that lane. - Wait, wait, wait. Where is he?
Mr. Gallagher was released into the care of, uh, Monica Gallagher.
- Fuck. - Holy shit.
Hey.
Oh, enjoy your big, empty, lonely SUV, you motherfucking yuppie piece of shit!
Don't worry, we'll get another one.
Oh, yes! Oh, Ian, come on, come on.
Anywhere south of here is great!
Oh, a dog!
Oh, I want a dog. Oh...
Hey, oh, thanks.
Mmm. Get warm with the dog.
Help!